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No. 24 - Additional Song - Major and Chorus

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Major: Though I'm a gallant Major,
I'm not like all the rest,
And I'm willing for a wager
That my methods are the best.
No soldier's ways are stranger
Than those which I possess,
For I realise no danger I confess.
It's not that I am plucky,
No! I peacefully rejoice
That I'm singularly lucky;
I've a useful tenor voice.
My G, top G will usually subdue them
And soon in tune, their hearts bow down to me.
No sword, one chord,
And I sing right through and through them,
I must confess that I often bless
My high top G.
My high top...
Chorus: No sword, one chord,
And he sings right through and through them,
He must confess that he'll often bless
His high top G.
All: His/My high top G.
   
Major: If a woman I am wooing,
I don't go on my knees.
I hesitate pursuing
Such painful ways as these.
I don't "caress her fingers,"
I don't speak of the skies,
No! I just get up and sing her "Beauty's Eyes."
If she's quite a beginner
I cleave her heart in twain,
But should I fail to win her,
Then I sing it once again.
My G, top G will usually subdue her
And soon in tune, her heart bows down to me.
No sword, one chord,
And I sing right through and through her,
Wherever I roam I wreck some home
With my high top G.
My high top...
Chorus: No sword, one chord,
And he sings right through and through her,
He must confess that he'll often bless
His high top G.
All: His/My high top G.
   
Major: And when I go to battle,
Although the sharpnel reigns,
Above the war and rattle
You will hear my dulcet strains.
I need no sword nor rifle;
My voice with deadly fire
Soars like the Tower of Eiffel, only higher!
If my tactics chance to fail
And the engagement's parlous hot,
I sing them just one scale,
And they surrender on the spot.
My G, top G will usually subdue them
And soon in tune, their hearts bow down to me.
No sword, one chord,
And I sing right through and through them,
There's many a foe that I've laid low
With my high top G.
My high top...
Chorus: No sword, one chord,
And he sings right through and through them,
He must confess that he'll often bless
His high top G.
All: His/My high top G.
   
Major: You are mixed up in some scandal,
Some account you cannot pay?
I will sing an air from Handel,
All your cares will fade away.
You have double influenza?
You've a cough that pains you so?
I will sing you one cadenza, it will go!
You have visitors who bore you?
A new vicar whom you fear,
I will sing one note before you,
They will quickly disappear.
My G, top G will usually subdue them
And soon in tune, their hearts bow down to me.
No sword, one chord,
And I sing right through and through them,
Why the large Queen's Hall seems far too small
For my high top G.
My high top...
Chorus: No sword, one chord,
And he sings right through and through them,
He must confess that he'll often bless
His high top G.
All: His/My high top G.


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